Glass (Crank 2)

to the Sev, which has to change

very soon. I mean, with gas

at this price, and the LTD

rating a whopping nine miles

per gallon, I’m not netting

a mint from my paychecks.

There’s another little problem.

And that is from time to time

my mom or Scott or Jake

happens in while I’m working.

It’s awkward, to say the least,

especially if Mom has Hunter.

The Glacier Queen doesn’t ignore

me, exactly. But she doesn’t

act like more than a customer.

Mom and I, in fact, have not

exchanged more than a dozen

sentences since she pushed

me out the front door, almost

two weeks ago. I thought she

might invite me to share Christmas

with the family, but so far,

not one word.

At Brad’s, preparation for

Santa is in full swing. I try

to participate (mostly because

I’m incredibly homesick), but

Devon and LaTreya have not

as yet identified me as “family.”

I don’t think they have a clue